Almost everyone admits to hunger during the Opera.... Hunger is so exalting that during a last act you practically levitate.

People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.

It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights.

... into the novel goes such taste as I have for rational behaviour and social portraiture. The short story, as I see it to be, allows for what is crazy about humanity: obstinacies, inordinate heroisms, "immortal longings.